After the death of the host: the tyrant cried red eyes

If he had an accident here, it would probably bring trouble here, and then she would not be able to feel at ease about her share of the story.

"I'm not a pushover, really. I just think that in this strange place, we should avoid unnecessary trouble. After all, a tall tree attracts the wind. I think you should understand that."

His tone was calm, but every word was firm, revealing an unquestionable calmness.

"I didn't say I wanted to kill him, so why do you think I was thinking of something bloody?"

There was a hint of dissatisfaction in her voice and her eyes flickered, as if she was a misunderstood child.

Isn't it possible?

This thought flashed through Shen Bingning's mind, but when she looked at Xiao Yi's slightly gloomy face, the rebuttal that was about to come out was immediately suppressed by reason.

His eyes were sharp, as if they could see into people's hearts, causing her to swallow back those sharp words involuntarily.

Xiao Yi's back seemed a little lonely. As he turned over and faced away from her, a slight "get out" accompanied by a dissatisfied mood echoed in the room, making people feel a bit of a depressing atmosphere.

Why are you unhappy again?

Shen Bingning thought to herself that Xiao Yi's mood was always as unpredictable as the weather, making it hard to understand.

The next morning, when the first ray of sunlight penetrated the window, she finally saw Fu Yun in a hurry. He did not seem to stop for a moment, and did not even cross the threshold. He just hurriedly handed her a heavy purse that seemed to contain countless secrets.

"I have something urgent to do and need to leave Bianzhou for a while. Here is one hundred taels of silver. Please keep it for now, Miss Shen. As for the proceeds from selling books, I will arrange for someone to deliver it to you on schedule."

After receiving the purse full of trust and responsibility, Shen Bingning handed over her newly compiled fantasy storybook and said goodbye softly, "I will also be leaving Bianzhou. Thank you Mr. Fu for your care during this period."

Upon hearing this, Fu Yun's eyes flashed with surprise, and he quickly asked: "Where is Miss Shen going? After that, will you continue to create those fascinating stories for us?"

"Of course, once I find a place to stay, I will settle down. When the time comes, please keep the share of the book sales for me, Master Fu. I will write to inform you."

Her eyes sparkled with anticipation for the future; even though the road ahead was uncertain, she still had a beautiful vision.

Letting Fu Yun help keep the money is undoubtedly a wise choice.

Although the escape plan failed this time, and it will not be easy to escape from Xiao Yi's control in the future, it is always a good idea to prepare in advance.

Maybe one day I will have the opportunity to break free from the shackles, and the money I have accumulated will be the capital for freedom.

After thinking about this, Shen Bingning handed the purse back to Fu Yun, and said with unquestionable determination: "Please help me keep this money. It's too risky to take it on the road."

She felt that whenever she had money in her hands, she would always attract Xiao Yi's sharp gaze, but to him, the amount seemed insignificant.

Fu Yun mistakenly thought that Shen Bingning was going to travel alone. Considering that it was indeed unsafe for a woman to carry a large amount of silver, he enthusiastically suggested: "How about I arrange someone to escort Miss Shen? To ensure her safety."

"It's really not necessary!"

Shen Bingning waved her hand hastily to refuse, with a hint of independence and stubbornness in her eyes, "I appreciate Mr. Fu's kindness, but I like to solve problems on my own."

Outside the door, a servant's voice urged anxiously: "Sir, we really can't delay any longer, it's time to set off!"

If we delay any further, it might cause unnecessary trouble. Although the eldest master might not take action against Fu Yun directly, punishment would always be unavoidable.

Fu Yun looked down at the purse in his hand and finally nodded: "Then I'll keep this money for Miss Shen. I look forward to our next meeting, Miss Shen."

Shen Bingning nodded gently, her eyes filled with a hint of sadness: "Take care, I look forward to that day."

She prayed silently in her heart, hoping that the day they would be together again would not be too far away.

After seeing Fu Yun off, she looked at Yin Zi's receding figure reluctantly, then she slowly withdrew her gaze and stepped into the house.

Coincidentally, Xiao Yi had just finished his breakfast and casually threw a handkerchief in front of Shen Bingning. With a hint of amusement in his eyes, he said jokingly, "Hey, my beloved, did you enjoy your conversation with your so-called bookseller friend?"

Shen Bingning frowned slightly, gently covered her nose with her hand, picked up the handkerchief gracefully and put it aside, and responded in a calm tone: "Your Highness, you are too polite. Fu Yun is not my lover. He is just the buyer of my works. Our relationship is purely because of words."

Xiao Yi noticed that she looked unhappy and her eyes narrowed slightly. He suddenly grabbed the handkerchief and forcefully began to wipe Shen Bingning's hands. His voice was low and slightly threatening: "Your hands just touched someone else's things. It's better to wipe them clean to avoid getting involved with something dirty."

Shen Bingning quickly pulled back her hand, gently rubbed the back of her hand which had turned slightly red from being rubbed, and defended herself, "I didn't accept anything, the purse has been returned to its original owner."

She was worried that Xiao Yi would misunderstand that she had hidden money, so she quickly added: "The purse contained a hundred taels of silver. I am already very grateful for Mr. Fu's generosity, how can I bear to accept his gift again. Moreover, the value of my new work is far less than that. Whether from a moral or logical point of view, I cannot accept it. I really don't have a penny left."

"Is that right?"

There was obvious doubt in Xiao Yi's tone.

"Indeed."

Shen Bingning answered with absolute certainty.

Xiao Yi observed her sincere expression. Although he knew that there must be something fishy going on, he was unwilling to make public his surveillance. He could only suppress his anger and pretend to be relaxed on the surface and said, "A gentleman loves money and gets it in a proper way. Your beloved concubine's actions are reasonable."

"Thank you for your understanding, Your Highness."

Shen Bingning responded quickly and was about to sit down to enjoy her breakfast, but Xiao Yi said, "Time is running out, we should leave."

Shen Bingning had just raised half of her chopsticks when she hurriedly explained, "But I haven't had breakfast yet."

Fu Yun’s sudden visit caused her to miss dinner.

Xiao Yi glanced at her sideways, with an intriguing smile on his lips: "I thought my beloved concubine was not hungry, otherwise why would she go out to meet guests without eating breakfast? In this case, then eat while walking."

Shen Bingning felt an indescribable sense of grievance. When had she ever mentioned that she was not hungry? But she thought that if she let Fu Yun in, the tyrant's anger would be even more unpredictable.

Therefore, she could only hastily pack a few crystal clear shrimp dumplings to fill her stomach on the road.

Outside the door, an inconspicuous carriage was waiting quietly. The driver had an ordinary appearance, but exuded a temperament similar to An Feng, one of Xiao Yi's subordinates. He was obviously one of his confidants.